Spoken Word

I still remember falling in love with spoken word. Seeking a little extra credit, I went to a variety show of the communication department. A student only known to me as the hippie-from-my-rhetoric-of-social-movements-class took the stage. His words and flow painted such beautiful pictures of love, sex. His control of language captivated the audience and captured my imagination. A man who seemed so gross to me the previous day was suddenly Brad Pitt. It has been half a decade since I last saw him perform. Even today, as I read his poems, I can still hear him perform. Bellow are a few of my favs by Jonathan Brown.

I'm not going to lose my arm

headlights pass my sight

on the right side

tables decide sides

bacon grease creeps up

refilling ketchup

and grinding coffee

knuckles on the cheek

I'm bored

my cigarette ash is long

and my water in not

filled up

I worte a phone number on my arm

and said, "I'm not

going to lose my arm."

That Night I Educated Myself

I'll tell you why,

I'll tell you why I got a C+ in my 

poetry rhyme and meter class.

Before the first test

I was screaming poetry on a rooftop

in front of a rock band

on the night

of the president's state of the union address.

King Street was flooded with people.

We made a scene.

We had to pack up and dip before the police came.

By the time I ran to Maybank for my class

I was so charged with adrenaline

I couldn't recall my short term memory.

I couldn't regurgitate specific terms.

Definitions eluded my stabbing mind.

The stream of consciousness was flowing too fast

for me to reach down and catch a definition

swimming on the shallow riverbed.

I was on a rooftop living the life.

I was so charged.

I blew a fuse running the tract meet 

to meet academia

But that was a valuable night.

My pop always says

you can have everything you want in this life

just not at the same time

Well I made my decision

and I wouldn't trade it

for a water down version of blaa.

The lessons I learned on the rooftop

go beyond everything English 395

had to offer that day.

I failed that first test

because I was out getting educated.

Body Language

There is a shadow on the wall

chasing another shadow

in the moonlight.

The motions

make more noise

than the choice words spoken

Cool Documentary

This was a cool documentary I came across while researching project two. 

My favorite words

Association. Sometimes I like words because of what I associate with them.
Charleston, Elizabeth, summer, Serendipity, dude, lyric

Definition. Sometimes I like there Webster meaning.
serendipity, aglet, neurotic, ort

Pronunciation. Some are fun to say.
serendipity, nugget, onomatopoeia, hippo, martini

Character. Some words I like because they contain my favorite letters a, and g. (Runners up are e, k, w, x and o.)
exacerbate, luggage, yellow, wiggle, ox

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more cliche fun

A friend sent me an email today in which he said, "You pretty much nailed the hammer on the head." I chuckled. I found Cliches: over 1500 phrases explored and explained. The book explores the intended cliche. 

Awesomely bad cliche use

I love Arnold Schwarzenegger. I know little about his politics. It is his constant, awesomely bad cliche use that attracts me. Tonight Jimmy Kimmel featured a clip of the governor addressing disabled residents facing eviction. In the clip Arnold said he was there to" tell the people their eviction notice was being terminated."Kimmel suggested Arnold terminate his use of terminate. 

When Arnold first announced his candidacy on Jay Leno I found his use of movie slang clever. Now, as mentioned in class, the clever has become cliche. 

Trouble blogging

Guilty.

I am reluctant, resistant, remiss- unable to surrender. Every utterance is judged. My words have not served their sentence. Times New Roman never breaks his lifeless cage despite my desperation.

My crime? Verbal abuse. I was syntactically savage, fundamentally crude, slandering grammar with verbose attitude. 

I never imagined myself, one day, a hack. One bad choice furthered the next. When euphemism went missing, cliche would do, overthrowing precision with Gobbledygook. Now I am a linguistic lifer not ready to permanently publish my every electronic sin. 

My words have not served their sentence.